The Mission

This is a poem on the destruction unleashed by man on his mother nature. A tree here is personified and recounts the events that have happened since the Choice in which the trees chose to give while the man to take.

You couldn't bear the joy Of the flowers in the sun They wailed at the blue sky As you destroyed them for fun

Though I know you well You've never failed to stun Me as you fell numerous forests-one by one

Your life is precious And ours sold on sale You consider monsters ferocious When you are one-in our tales

We both faced a choice And I humbly chose my path As did you in all your poise Chose one with underlying wrath

Though it was a boulevard of extinction We retained the Thing you lost Fragments of which lie in your emotions And remind you of the beauty lost

We tried to share it with you But you always refused to receive Since from eons you have been Busy to lie and deceive

It's now evolved into a mission From the time you refused to receive To return the thing you lost For the betterment of every seed

You may cut us down But we'll still give and stay tall For it is the Thing that's shown Us to love,love,love, that's all

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